5, FIVE, TWO OH TO OWE
CONTINUITY DISCONTINUED, TO DYE
Pills of chemical dissonance for me and the brothers and sisters who were born stone free
Freedom wasn’t free though, everybody sang and talked about it every hour, all of it to me
Especially the poison leftovers of the messy animals and bacteria that populated the dream
Inside of the silly matrix which causes dreams to come from Nothing and return to the R.I.P.
Indeed, it’s all she wrote and that was the finale of the stage play, daddy’s childproof of #me2
Mama didn’t know what wouldn’t hurt her but she would have been very, very hurt fandango
A party to die for which in fact is the ticket to ride down to the Hades below dirt, hot core fire
Nothing done for in the middle of nowhere, it’s evolving from a burn to a frozen ice cap, Sire!
Deathtraps from the first step out of the womb into the sun you never see until it’s too late elf
Main Street and Broadway are closed man, the I-5 and the LIE are closed for my Way, my ilk
Compared equations to one another, centuries apart and the song remains the identical Sum
Out of our hands, countrymen and forces of liberty reduction, y’all know who y’all are, Come.
In the organ and in the horn, the melodies and lyrics bring you back to the origin, maybe not
If you only knew what was really going on under your feet, you’d probably scream or lose #It
Nothing you did to deserve It, it’s like a Time warp of aliens only they’re US, Mr Poe forsooth
Sit down and have a drink with me, relating to the glory days, bad boys gang-bangin’ project.
Ghetto might be the projects on the southeast side of the city or the shanty hovels in the #Sip
Either way you’re born for no reason and you make up reasons to survive as you go and skip
Along the sidewalks, the blacktops, the highways, freeways and byways of the fools on a hill
Near the old watchtower where the boys and girls used to go to play house, girls got their fill.
You can always get what you need when there’s no pandemic challenge to the species survival
Only the strong survive and the weak leave their DNA in the quicksand of the eternal spit ball
Mud, blood and beer created and dissolved the mean, evil men and gave the good girl a shot
At the boy of her dreams who she could live with, by and for the rest of the days of life’s root.
Debunked and slammed to the canvass in a battle of silicon robots, won my way down valley
All I need is a shot of plastic extrusion right into my mainframe’s hard drive, who’s got a key
For the lock to your world is air tight, nothing right or wrong with the origin of the red splat
It just happens, can’t you see the spilled milk, it made me Dye death black, I am all of that!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, cinqo de mayo, 2020 Anno Domini @ 11:11 AM PST
{ Drafted while listenin’ to The Marshall Tucker Band #CantYouSee in an infinite loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/5KaAOrjKVJI }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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